Book Perview: Blue Fire

preview for me and my friends book Blue Fire. should be finished at the end of fall, at the latest.

Samantha's father is gone, not dead, gone. he vanished over a year ago in a lab accident. his, and the other 6 scientists with him, have not been heard from since. now Sam is alone with her maid to keep her company until the day kidnappers break into her home and hold Evangeline hostage as they search for her.
Sam ecsapes into the woods, the men fallow. and just when it seems she's done for, blue fire races across her body and engulfs her, as it did she is knocked unconscious. when she awakes it's 2,000 years in the future. all humans are dead and the only things alive are mythical creatures who have hidden themselves through the course of history. traveling with a wizard, an elvaan, and a crossbred orc Sam is confronted with the fact that theres no way home, but that she was called here for a purpose. there is rumor that her father is alive in that world, but there is greater forces at work when she is visited by a light and dark being. she learns the darkness will try to consume her, just like it was with her father, but the light promises to protect her, all she has to do is to stab the host of the darkness through the heart with a special sword. the only problem is, the man she must kill is her father.

Submitted:May 18, 2012
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Sam looked at
Tariff stunned, she had basicly lost him after 4212.

"wh-what year is
it?" she asked putting her tea down very slowly, Tariff looked at
her calmly as if she was a small child.

"4212," he told
her pronouncing it 42-12. Sam felt her stomach drop, the men looked
at her worried while Squorc just poured himself another cup of tea.
She felt Tariffs gaze on her but she couldn't bring herself to look
up at him, instead she stared at her tea. "miss," he asked bending
his head to look at her, "what time did you come from?" Sam felt
her blood turn to ice, it wasn't 2012?

"my names
Samantha," she told Tariff looking at the swirls in her tea, "but
you can call me Sam." she saw Tariff move closer to her from the
corner of her eye, probably to catch her if she
fainted.

"ok, Sam," he
whispered comfortingly, "can you tell me what year it was before
you came here?" Sam gulped trying to wet her dry throat, she
nodded.

"it was 2012,"
she told him with her eyebrows scrunched together, "how could I be
2200 years in the future?" she asked turning her head to look into
Tariffs eyes searchingly, he looked sorry. For what? Sam didn't
know, but she felt like it was toward her.

"magic," he told
her smiling not lifting his gaze from hers. Sam looked at him for a
long moment before she completely busted out
laughing.

"right!" she
laughed, "this is all real! Your joking, is this some kind of prank
or something? Wheres the cameras?" she looked around smiling, but
all she saw was the men confused faces. Rusl mouthed something
across the table that Sam couldn't make out but she saw Tariff
shrug. Her smile fell.

"it is a joke,
right?" she asked looking from one face to the other, both men
shook their heads fairly serious while Squorc was looking confused
probably trying to understand what was so funny.

"Sam," Tariff
said Patiently, Sam looked at him, "whats the last thing you
remember before coming here?" she looked at him confused, the last
thing she remembered was fainting from exhaustion. "before that,"
Tariff whispered calmly his hand on her shoulder, Sam looked at him
shocked.

"did you
just-"

"read your
mind?" he finished for her looking serious, "yes, but that's not
the point. I need you to focus on everything that happened before
you fainted,so close your eyes and think." he told her smiling
reassuringly after seeing her uneasy glare. Taking in a deep breath
in and out Sam tried to ready herself to see the men who tried to
hurt Evangeline and herself, looking at her hands in her lap she
saw Tariff move one of his large hands over her two small ones. Sam
didn't look up content on hiding her blush through her hair. Taking
another deep breath she closed her eyes thinking all the way back
to the graveyard.

It put the
rose on my fathers grave than stood up and meet- Levis
conversation rolled through her mind in perfect detail. She
remembered the conversation and scenery around her in almost
perfect detail, she could practically feel the dried leaves under
her shoes and the smell of winter in the air.

The conversation
ended in her mind flowing into snippets of what happened next. She
remembered walking to her jeep with his eyes heavy on her back,
this time she thought she saw a black van in the parking lot while
she got into hers from the corner of her eye. The scene changed
from the parking lot to the highway to her house. She had checked
the mirror several times but thinking back she remembered seeing a
black van several cars behind her. This changed to her home when
she had walked through the doors to meet Evangeline's scolding.
Smiling inwardly Sam remembered how her friends white-blond hair
was in a messy bun that day with strands of run away hair always
getting in the way of her innocent and compassionate blue eyes. Sam
wondered if she would ever see her again. She remembered talking to
her maid but the faint sound of crunching gravel was in the
background this time right before she ran up the stairs to get
dressed. This flowed into the part where she was struggling to get
her top over her head while looking for the remote again, that's
when she heard the crash just as loud and clear as it had been the
first time.

"hah!" Sam
gasped jumping a little, she had forgotten about that part. Anxiety
washed over her remembering the robbers in her house. Did she
really have to remember? She didn't want relive the pain of
realizing her mistake, she just couldn't see Evangeline's face
again. Tariff squeezed her hand probably reading her memories with
her, taking the little courage this offered her she continued. She
remembered looking at the T.V and she could feel her stomach drop
once more at the sight of poor Evangeline being held hostage. Her
eyes wide she had pleaded for Sam to escape not knowing if she was
getting the message or not. Sam tensed remembering the horrifying
moment when she had heard Levis voice, remembering that it was all
her fault that those men were in her house. Reluctantly, she let
her mind move on to her escape. She had tried to open the window
while she heard the men coming for her, starting her claim down the
rose bush, and the intense pain of each new step. Sam rubbed her
hands together subconsciously under the warmth of Tariffs large
ones, they didn't hurt as much anymore.

that's
how, she thought directly to him, that's how I got these
cuts. . . after her thought she flowed back into her visions.
Now she was in the forest and was running for her
life.

Their going
to get me! She thought, or
her memory did, and when they do they'll-
but she couldn't keep up the
thought, the images that had ran through her mind next were to
gruesome to bring up again. But the harder she tried the stronger
the images came, eventually they came on full force just like
they had the first time. Sam squeezed her eyes together even
tighter than before willing the images gone. Beside her Sam could
hear Tariff taking in deep breaths in and out while his hand held
protectively unto hers as he saw the pictures with
her.

What
happened next? She thought
forcing her slow moving mind on, that's when she remembered the
blue flames.

Her body froze
remembering the sensation of cold flames racing across her arms and
lags. She saw the neon blue fire dance across her vision as they
engulfed her body in a swirling mass. She felt the scream rise in
her throat again and then the terrible sensation of her body being
smashed against concrete cutting her short. Gasping, Sam fought the
erg to open her eyes at the sensation, but Tariff gave a quick
squeeze to remind her she was almost at the end. The flames
clearing from her vision she was able to focus on the gray figure
beyond the circle of flames she was in. this time no exhaustion
swept over her as it did last time so she was able to make out the
area she was in along with the hooded man, what else could he be
with his tall frame and lean body structure?

All around her
were unrecognizable scents of flowers, fruits, and creatures that
she couldn't put a name too but made her eyes water at their smell.
The scents in question, however, were in clay jars hanging from
trees and laying about the ground, she counted about 20 before the
she turned back to the man in the hood. He was saying something,
this time it was clearly ringing in her ears by the time her
memories ended in a black wave.

"please don't be
afraid," Tariff told her repeating the exact words as the man had
in her memories, Sam opened her eyes to look at him terrified. How
could she not after such visions of her body being on fire only to
be put out by arriving somewhere she had no memory of going? Sam's
eyes moved to Tariffs hand where he held a blue flame that swirled
around just above the skin of his palm. watching it a sudden
realization struck her square in the head making her feel stupid of
how she didn't see it earlier.

"Samantha,"
Tariff said gently putting his finger under her chin then lifted
her eyes to meet his, "please, don't be afraid. I promise not to
hurt you, ok?" Sam watched his sad eyes study hers, he was grieving
something that had to do with her. But she still couldn't make it
out.

"i believe you
but. . . .why me? Why am I here?" she asked looking from him to
Rusl who's expression was unreadable. Looking back to Tariff she
could see the grief multiply.

"I'm sorry Sam,
it's all my fault your here. I should have thought my plans
through, I should have listened to-" but he stopped short, Sam
looked at him puzzled. "i should have acted clearly, and because I
didn't you ended up here," he told her with a long sigh, Sam looked
from him to Rusl hoping to find some kind of answer hidden in ether
mans eyes.

"Tariff," Sam
said carefully trying to look him in the eye, but he wouldn't meet
her gaze, "Tariff thank you," she whispered shyly her old self
returning. This got his attention.

"what for?" he
growled to himself, but he wouldn't look her in the eyes still. It
was Sam's turn to sigh. Turning her whole body to face him she
threw her arms around his neck while still kneeling at the table.
Taken by surprise Tariff's arms went up in mid air near his sides
before, slowly, he rapped his arms around her back pulling her
tighter to his chest.

"for saving my
life," she whispered in his ear, she closed her eyes remembering
how scared she was, how the men had looked at her, and the thoughts
and images that ran through her mind when they did. As she
remembered this she could feel Tariff hold her tighter in a
protective manner while a small unheard growl vibrated through his
throat against hers. But the action was so quickly undone that she
had a hard time remembering if he had really done so or not,
pulling back from him to sit again she saw that Rusl and Squorc had
left and gone off somewhere leaving the two alone in an awkward
silence. Turning so that she was facing the table again she picked
up her now cold tea to take a quick sip before setting it back down
again. Tariff contented himself by looking at the fascinating
ceiling while clearing his apparently very clogged
throat.

"so. . . ." Sam
started, "Squorc is a Ork squirrel huh?" she could see Tariff nod
his head in agreement while taking a sudden fancy in twisting his
ring around his finger.

"ya," he said
plainly, "it was kinda of an accident. . . ." Sam looked at him
eyebrows together, she wanted to reply with a sarcastic no but she
didn't think that this was the right time and place. Who was she to
judge?

"no, I don't."
she told him not looking away this time, something that he couldn't
help but do.

"um. . . well it
was at the middle of my training and I was just beginning to learn
the hard stuff," he started twisting his ring round and round on
his middle finger, "i was about 10-11 by then, just five years
after my master had found me, and I was practicing the body
snatcher spell-" he stopped seeing Sam's puzzled expression. "i was
training to be a wizard, or sorcerer, which ever you prefer," he
explained, Sam made an Oh with her mouth understanding. He
continued. "but anyways, the skin snatcher spell is where you take
over anothers body, obviously, but that day I was tired because I
had been studying all night and I was preforming the spell on my
masters new servant who had been brought to the castle only days
before. We had been out in the woods to practice my spells while he
watched over me with a river nearby encase anything backfired like
it had the day before, which meant my usual training room was under
contraction because of all the things that had exploded-" Sam
looked at him smiling sadly, she could relate with chemistry, "-
but anyways, we where in the woods and I was trying to keep my eyes
open while practicing the skin snatcher spell but I mixed up that
spell with the transfiguration one and he was kinda standing to
close to a squirrel and, well. . . . I kinda turned him into a half
squirrel half Ork cross that lowered his IQ a bit making him talk
the way he does, and his tail and nose," he told her cringing
painfully at the memory, "till this day I remember my masters
punishment, had to spend a month at Suuzens castle in the arctic,"
he said with a shutter. He turned to look at Sam smiling again,
"fire wizards hate the cold almost as winds hate the heat." Sam
smiled understanding, she personally loved the cold but she could
see where he was coming from.

"so," she
stated, "your a wizard. . . . is there more of you?" she asked
absently taking a sip of her cold tea, Tariff chuckled deeply
somehow amused by her question. He nodded a yes.

"yes, three
others than myself. Fire, Earth, Water, Wind, Four Wizards or
Witches for the elements. Each of us holds power in our own areas.
I hold power in the volcanic region, while Kaveh, the earth wizard,
has power in our thickest jungles that shares borders with mine.
Suuzen, the wind sorceress I told you about, lives in the arctic
where it's mostly blowing all the time with snow storms and the
such but she also has power over the mountains separating me and
Kavehs land. Azariel, the water wizard, he controls the ocean and
any islands even if they are in our province," Sam nodded paying
close attention, the world she was now in was just like the books
she had read in her time.

"were you always
a wizard?" she asked folding her lags crisscross under her while
trying to recirculate blood flow to the numb limbs. Tariff smiled
at her again as if she was a small child, he shook his head no
closing his eyes as if remembering a sweet memory.

"no, I was born
in a village near the mountains around my borders," he told her
keep his eyes closed smiling at the memories that must have been
running across his eye lids. "it was a happy enough child hood," he
said a little sadly his smile fading to a frown for a few seconds
before coming to a smile again, "well, my parents didn't kick me
out of our home so I couldn't complain." he said, Sam was puzzled
once again.

He sure likes
to talk in half made riddles doesn't he? But she shushed
herself while he continued his story. "my parents were full elves
and all my brothers and sisters where too . . . my inter village
was made out of elves, and not the high noble ones that your time
had some how made up in your story books but the same everyday
elves that wore dirtied cloths from farming and had to deal with
everyday things such as hurt children and stolen food," his frown
returned while he opened his eyes to meet Sam's, "no my village was
normal by any standard if not a little poor, but then you had me,"
he told her pushing back some of his hair that had fallen over his
ears to reveal their roughed curved surface, they looked like hers
but had a raised line in the middle at the top like they had
started to grow larger but had stopped suddenly.

"so your
not-?"

"human?" he
finished, Sam nodded, " yes," he told her smiling down at his ring
again, "i'm an elf, I was just born. . . deformed as
everyone in the village had put it. Since my birth my parents had
rejected me, what is an elf if they look like a human? No offense."
he nodded to Sam, she smile.

"none taken,"
Tariff nodded again continuing.

"I had lived a
long 5 years of constant torment by my piers and strange looks from
their parents before Chakier came and brought me away." a faint
look came to his eyes while he told her about his discovery from
his master, "he was a very kind man, my master was. When he had
first came to my village he played with all the children and help
the women with their chores before talking to the men. He was there
on a mission he had told us, he was on a mission to mind his
successor. Naturally this was a great thing to the villagers, it
had meant that our small village held the next great Wizard to rule
that region,"

"so how does
that whole wizard thing work?" Sam asked during his pause, "are you
born with powers from some sort of bloodline or does he give it to
you or. . . ." she trailed off drinking the rest of her tea, she
was also thinking about where Rusl went but she kept the question
to herself.

"um. . ." Tariff
started staring up at the ceiling thinking, "well, magic is sort of
alive in a way. It travels to were it wants to go and does things
it wants to do. The first Wizards were able to harvest most of the
wild magic but they believed that not only one man could hold all
of it so they split it in four groups, Earth, Wind, Water, and
Fire. They then chose, or the magic chose rather, which of the four
men would have which type of magic. When those men became old,
about 800 since magic allows each wielder to live to 1000, half
their magic ran out of them to find a new host that would rule in
their previous masters place. Now when that happens the older
Wizard is suppose to go out and find this new host which is an
seemingly imposable task accept for the fact that the magic which
remains with them is drawn to it's separate half, And when this
Wizard finds his new Apprentice he spends the rest of his life
devoted to teaching him the arts away from his home and in the old
Wizards castle which was built specifiably for this purpose." Sam
nodded frowning soaking in all she could about how this new world
worked.

"so," he
continued smiling at her like she was a small child again, "i
wasn't born with it, it found me," Sam smiled knowing how special
this must had made him feel as a child, to be chosen for something
grater than life. "well my master was in the village a full 10
days, always paying close attention to me and my family, before
announcing that he had found his heir. He had walked right into our
house and told my mother, father, and 4 older brothers and sisters
how proud they must be to have one of their children Chosen.
Naturally they beamed at my oldest brother who was 14 at the time
and was the hero of the town, constantly helping the women, hunting
down food, being perfect at every job. But was a real snob, he
picked on me the most when I was a child. Brought me near tears
most days. But anyway, Chakier strolled around our three roomed
house excitedly telling my parents about all the plans he had for
this heir, they nodded excitedly in return. Finely the moment came
when he told them he most depart with his heir to begin train right
away, and just as my brother stepped forward he turned to me and
asked me if I needed to bring anything along. My mother was
outraged, she had demanded why he was not taking my older brother
instead of her mutant child. This earned a blazing look from my
Master which silenced her right away, he asked again if I needed
anything or if I wanted to say goodbye to anyone else. When I said
no he walked across the room, grabbed my hand, and practically
dragged me out the door muttering under his breath that the magic
had done right to chose me, I deserved to get away from such a
home. Right before we departed he announced me to the people and
like that I was off to train under him for the next 100 years," he
gave a great sigh finely coming back to reality, he looked at her
happily with his hands folded on the table in front of
him.

"and Rusl?" she
asked giggling at how such a small question could turn into such a
story, Tariff chuckled too.

"he's a bred of
elf, Elvaan." he told her, "much less common around these parts but
I just so happened to stumble apone him 20 years ago when he was in
trouble, quite big trouble for a six year old. But he'll have to
tell you about that." he muttered lastly looking at the door
leading to a room radiating wonderful smells, a large clanking came
from it fallowed by soft thuds like some one dropping a pan with
balls in it.

"sorry master
Rusl," came Squorc's rumbling voice, "Squorc no mean to drop food,
bowl to hard to carry." Sam stood hearing his voice, looking to
Tariff she saw he was looking toward the door also with an amused
look on his face.

"i should go and
help," she nodded to the room but waited to see if Tariff would
stop her or not, he only smiled and stood up beside
her.

"I'll help,
also," he told her picking up his cup along with Rusl's and
Squorc's, he put out his hand for Sam's also so she gave it to him
while reaching for the tea pot. "no," he told her taking it from
her grasp, "you go to the Kitchen and help while I get this." he
told her, Sam blushed lightly turning on her feet to walk to the
open kitchen door. While she did this she noticed how her feet hurt
quite a bit less then that did how ever long ago she had fainted,
or was knocked out, but she doubted the men would admit to this now
that she was calmed down enough to think properly. She could
practically hear their denial when she walked into the kitchen
coming across an odd sight.

Squorc was
squatting near the wooden floor picking up small oranges then
putting them in a large clay bowl, this was quite a feat since he
was 7 feet tall and weighed about 300 pounds. Sam had wondered how
he could stand let alone squat like that without
falling.

"hello there
Samantha!" Rusl's head popped up from around the corner of the
long, narrow kitchen. Sam cringed at her full name, she didn't
particularly like it all that much. It sounded to girly to suit her
tomboyish personality. She put up a hand in a half
wave.

"Sam, just call
me Sam," Rusl's face feel at this but before she could full
understand that he was frowning his energetic smile came back into
place.

"well then Sam,"
he said walking around the corner into the bright sun lite kitchen,
"while your here you might as give a hand before we eat," his voice
rumbled, she felt Tariff step behind her.

"that's what we
plan to do," Tariff sated walking past her into the kitchen. While
he placed the cups in it's makeshift sink he nodded Sam toward
Squorc who was attempting to pick up the oranges with his clumsy
over sized hands, she could see him sniffling slightly while he
dropped another orange over and over again. Taking the hint, Sam
dropped to her knees to help the frustrated creature. As she picked
up two oranges then plopped them into the bowl he gave her a
confused startle look.

Like a dear
in headlights . . . she sighed inwardly smiling at him
comfortingly, seeing his awkward smile back reminded her of a small
child getting a piece of candy. She giggled to herself realizing
that he acted like a child almost all the time from what she could
tell. They continued to pick up oranges in silence for several
minutes, nether one attempting at conversation until the last
orange went into the bowl. When it did Squorc began to stand with
the bowl but Sam put her hands on ether side of it making him stop
mid-stand.

"no," she told
him gently, taking the bowl from his limp hands, "I'll take care of
this so you can help Rusl," Rusl, hearing his cue, waved his
spatula backwards from around the corner where he had apparently
been cooking.

"i need someone
to stir this for me while I chop up the fruit!" he called his
spatula disappearing behind the wall, Squorc gave Sam a grateful
look, at lest she thought he did but she really couldn't tell,
before walking around the corner to help Rusl. This left Sam alone
with Tariff once again.

"where should I
put these?" she asked lifting the bowl slightly, Tariff looked from
the bowl to her, the counter space behind her.

"ummm. . ." he
hummed putting down the dishes he had been washing to see the
cluttered counter better, "i guess you could put it on top of the
pickled dragon root," Sam gave him a strange looked before looking
at the counter again hopelessly at a loss. "sorry, forgot you don't
know. . . it's the jar with weird black water in it with a orange
top." he told her turning back to his dishes. Sam turned to the
counter still confused on what he meant when she heard Squorc from
the other room say loud and clear.

"Master Rusl?
Why those men carry swords toward Sacred place? Squorc thought
those weapons bad." everything at once became still and silent, Sam
could practically hear Rusl's breathing from the other room. She
had counted his 3 long breaths before everything flipped to high
speed.

Tariff was
grabbing her by the waist before lifting her bridal style, Rusl was
demanding Squorc to be quite and never speak to the men unless he
was given orders by him and him only. Next Rusl rushed into the
Kitchen passing to look out the window above the sinks Tariff had
been at, looking out them also Sam saw elven men carrying long
silver swords and bows toward the Monastery doors.

"we have to hide
her," Tariff whispered looking around franticly, Sam was puzzled by
his statement but didn't fight him seeing the serious look in his
eye.

"why?" she asked
timidly while the men carried her around the kitchen looking for a
hiding place. Rusl smiled at her kindly opening a wooden door that
she hadn't seen earlier.

"meany things
have changed since your time dear," he told her gently while
pushing some pots and pans aside in the cluttered closet. "one of
them is the existence of humans. Your kind has died of long ago,
and for good reason, no offense, so to bring one back is a crime
against nature you see. And it doesn't help that there has been
resent reports of humans in the far west reeking havoc on villages.
Of course this is just a rumor that's been spreading but it's put
great fear in our peoples hearts,"

"and for good
reason," Tariff mumbled looking out the window at the approaching
mob. Sam looked at him terrified.

"so if they find
me they will-"

"kill you, yes.
Now please get in the closet," Tariff brought her over to it before
setting her down, this only took a few steps so she had no clue as
to why he had to pick her up. She guessed it was instinct but she
had a lot of other things running through her mind while she made
her self comfortable in the cramped closet space. Rusl gave her an
encouraging smile while Tariff watched the doorway to the kitchen
muttering something about being and idiot and clay jars. Seconds
latter Rusl shut the door leaving Sam in almost darkness with only
a small light coming from the cracks of the doorway, putting her
eye to them she tried to look out but saw nothing but a lag. Giving
up she turned to the ceiling while she laid her head on the wall
behind her. Minutes crawled by in silence leaving Sam nothing to do
but to keep her mind from thinking the worst.

They wont
find you. . . she thought at an attempt to calm her racing
heart, they don't even know you exist. . . there could be plenty
of reasons for those swords, maybe they're going to fight in some
war and want Rusl's blessing. But that hope was shattered when
she heard the men voices in the room just outside the
kitchen.

"where is she!"
one deep voice called out, "we know you have the human, give her to
us now or else we'll burn down this church!" everything was silent
for a few heart beats. Have you ever heard the term, quiet enough
to her a pen drop? That's what is was like, except no pen. Just
burning torches.

"i'm afraid I
have no idea-"

"shut up Rusl!"
the same voice yelled again, "you may have been our friend for many
years but if you are holding a human you are no longer welcomed to
this village," several voices muttered in agreement. More
silence.

"gentlemen, I'm
sure we could work this out," Rusl spoke calmly, a pause carried
out his words for several heartbeats as if the men were wondering
what to do now.

"look Rusl, we
don't care for your smooth talk! Give us the girl by the time I've
counted to five and we wont set your place on fire," there was a
pause. Then angry mutters broke out from the crowd of men, Sam's
heart seemed to stop beating.

"one . . .
"

no! please,
no! Sam thought, they would
all die if they didn't give her up.

"two. .
."

how can you
do this to him? Sam thought
terrorized and angry.

"three. . . ."

how can you
make a man choose between his lively hood and a
life?

"four. . . ."

just do it
Rusl she thought near tears
in anticipation, maybe they wont kill me, so just tell
them so you don't have to go up in flames too!